Padre and Isaac began loading the camper while Nana took care of some school business. With lunch from McDonald's (Mom, you'll be pleased; he didn't eat his fries. Nana will try to remember to get the fruit cup next time!), we did some last minute list checking and headed out around 1 p.m. with a clear blue sky and a few dark clouds. Isaac sharpened his Nintendo skills along the way, took a nap, and was impatient to arrive. The camp site is by the water and he was very helpful in setting up camp - although he divided his time between bike riding and playing Nintendo (which, by the way, has been stored until the return trip on Thursday).
He went on several bike rides with and without us (but within view of the camper). After he and Padre visited the camp store, they came back with bait: "Live worms," Isaac said in consternation, with the emphasis on "live." I'm not sure he liked that idea. They spent some time setting up the rods and then we headed for the water.
After some training by Padre on how to cast the reel, Isaac began looking like a pro.
But while he mastered the art of the cast, he has a way to go with patience and perseverance. Fishing can be boring when the fish don't cooperate. We tried several locations around the lake but "We were not successful" as he shows below with the big ZERO he is flashing.
We will try again on Wednesday. Dinner at 8 was grilled hot dogs; he scarfed down two plus his salad. When it grew dark, Padre built a fire and we roasted marshmallows, for which he may need to acquire a taste. He was more willing to eat plain marshmallows. Then he played with a box of sparklers and settled down in a chair determined to tell ghost stories. He took over my story about three boys walking in the woods and hearing a sound. According to Isaac, one boy was eaten, one boy was chased and thrown off a cliff, and I can't remember what other ghoulish end the other once met, but I tried to take the plot back to a moral which was unimportant to him. He continued on with other gruesome stories involving superheroes.
With a quick wipe down from Nana, a squirming and still energetic five-year-old was coerced into pajamas and brushing his teeth. He snuggled into bed and was soon fast asleep. Nana and Padre quickly followed. Onward to Wednesday.






